"Can you speak properly now?"
The many traffickers tightly shut their mouths, nodding desperately, fearing they might anger the killer in front of them again.
"Very well, let's go one by one, starting with you."
Zhong Lin pointed at an old man on the far right.
This old man had dark skin and a hunched back, looking just like an ordinary farmer in the field, yet who would have thought he was a notorious human trafficker.
"What's your name? When was your last deal, and who was it with?"
The old man hurriedly spoke: "To answer your question, young master, I am called Li Zhu, everyone calls me Old Li. My last deal was half a month ago, with Madame Hong San from the Xiaoxiang Pavilion. I sold a miserable little girl; young master, please understand, the girl wasn't kidnapped, her parents sold her because they couldn't survive, I was doing a good deed."
